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By Nicholas Roav^Ej .Eyi^j
Eipainng beiide a clear ftream ..-..r.,.--r
A rhepherd forfaken was laid.
And, while a falfe nymph was his theme,
A willow fupported his head.
The wind that blew over the plain,
To his fighs with a ligh did reply ;
And the brook, in return to his pain,
Kan mournfully murmuring by.
Alas ! liily fwain that I was ;
Thus fadly complaining he cry'd,
When firll: I beheld that fair face,
'Twere better by far I had dy'd.
She talk'd, and I bleft her dear tongue ;
When flie foiird ,'twas a pleafure too great -;
I liften'd, and cry'd, when (he Tung,
\^''as nightingale ever fo fweet ?
How foolilh was I to believe.
She could doat on fo lowly a clown ;
Or that her fond heart would not grieve,
To forfake the line folk of the town ?
To think that a beauty fo gay.
So kind and fo conftant wou'd prove ;
Or go clad like our maidens in grey,
Or live in a cottage on love ?
What tho' I have skill to complain,
Tho' the mufes my temples have crown'd ;
What tho' when they hear my foft drain,
The virgins fit weeping around.
Ah Colin! thy hopes are in vain,
Thy pipe and thy laurel refiga ;
Thy fair one inclines to a fwain,
Wliofe mulick is fweeter than thine.